Robb Bank$ - Get It B4 I Die (Guess Who) lyrics

[Intro] You the one, you know I got you bae You more savage than half of these n***as 'round my way Been thugging hard, been grinding all damn day We gon' chase after these bands, get to them andale [Hook] Guess who just hopped up out the brand new Aston Guess who just went and put his momma in a mansion Guess who got all his n***as f**ing on a bad b**h Guess who poured the four up in that cola, no Vashtie I don't give a f**, I don't give a f**, I don't give a f** about that sh** We don't give a f**, we don't give a f**, we don't give a f** about that sh** Double S for life, double S for life, boy I don't play 'bout my savage Get your mind right, get your mind right, now we gon' bring it back b**h [Verse 1] You the first f** n***a on my list n***as capping, we gon' catch em, I'm gon' test that sh** Magnet style, Kekkei Genkai, I'm so attractive No cardio, I'm out the gym I had to get active You know how I'm coming with it, boy he did it I'm a bird with the flu I'm cold, my wingspan done grew You short, might fire out the coupe It's Phone, please say the two Been on my P's and my Q's, took a L for my G's turn into a W I feel bet all of my b**hes and a f** n***a too Still first in the race, couldn't tie my shoes b**h I'm out the gutter, west side to Sistrunk Broward County bounty hunter, quicker pick her up Skinny n***a, big bodybuilder, she ain't know I was so strong And if you was a real street n***a you wouldn't keep telling me that you are, b**h [Hook] [Verse 2] Always gave you the truth, I always been a man You always been a fraud, lying to these fans How you look up in the mirror, knowing that you turned your back? I was silver spoon-born, but I ate with my hands Took one life, caroled a hundred pints I done fought a thousand fights Won fifty games of dice Been in three gun fights Sold three hundred Xans I'm Prince Zuko, I got banished But Broward turned me to a man Really self-made, I ain't never get a co-sign for sh** What the f** is a dad? But I wouldn't change sh** When a n***a look back that's what made me the best If you think I ain't solid then you fake as the rest Where's your head if I really was that privileged, why the hell I ain't go mainstream from the get? Boy you a good joke, too bad there's no crowd Tryna get rid of me, but a n***a still around Femto walk in, everybody get down If a fan talk slick letting off in the crowd Boy I'm cell popping and you n***as bare copping Flying out to your shows just to get a point across and Want someone to play so I can't catch a f**ing body I been waiting to tat this tear drop and be more like my idol Thank God every day that I met KieMoney Fell in love with the drank and I [?] Flow is crazy, Lindsay really love me Hope a angel, Shayla that's my bust-it Sweet p**y, Saturday through Monday Take it back from Tuesday through Sunday How you want it? You know how we coming Ain't got no type, no internet thugging No Jumper, might get your a** jumped And she put it on the sink when we f**ing, no Justin [Hook] [Outro]